(GRIEGO COUSINS #1)
Seven years after his mother's tragic death, Angelus Griego's father, Simon Griego, made a life-changing decision to marry a wealthy businesswoman with a troubled past and a sick child. Angelus, known for his charm, intelligence...
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Trigger Warning: This chapter includes suicidal thoughts, death ideation, and indirect self‑harm. These themes may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please take care while reading.
If you are struggling, consider reaching out to someone you trust or a mental‑health professional.
Where am I?
What's happening?
I'm surrounded by darkness, and I can't see anything except a faint light twinkling at the end of this long tunnel. I feel as light as a feather, and the longer I stare at the light, the more it seems to wink at me, as if inviting me to come closer.
What is that?
Without making a sound, I walked toward the light. It grew larger as I approached, leaving me confused. For some reason, I felt no fear. Even though I stood in darkness with no idea where I was, my heart remained calm.
I squinted as I finally reached the light, and the world around me brightened, revealing a beautiful garden filled with purple and white flowers. The well-maintained grass felt soothing beneath my feet.
Where is this place?
There were many trees, the breeze was refreshing, and butterflies of various colors fluttered around me. Am I in heaven? But... I don't remember dying.
My feet came to a halt when I spotted a familiar figure sitting on a wooden swing chair in the garden. There I was, wearing a white dress, my hands resting on my thighs, my eyes closed as if I were asleep. My brown, wavy hair cascaded down, faintly dancing with the breeze.
Why am I seeing myself?
I was asleep, wearing an unfamiliar yet peaceful expression-one I had never experienced in my life. White flowers were nestled perfectly behind the garden swing chair where I sat.
Is this a dream?
As I watched myself sleep, a faint smile touched my lips, as if I were having a beautiful dream within this dream.
My lips parted when a sparrow landed on my delicate shoulder and looked directly at me. My heart seemed to skip a beat, and in an instant, everything went dark.
The familiar sensation of the breeze still caressed my skin, and this time, I could feel the comforting support of something against my back. I couldn't see anything because my eyes were closed. My hands rested on a soft fabric, and I realized I couldn't move them.
Am I sleeping right now?
A rustle disturbed the peaceful silence. Slow, heavy footsteps approached, and just like that, my quiet slumber was disrupted. It felt as though I was sleeping, yet not.
